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"The Gift" 

Oh I’ve learned 

Yes I’ve learned 

 

Take my words 

Put em on the line 

True colors always show up on time 

But Time don’t tell stories in my mind 

But I’ve learned 

Yes I’ve learned 

 

Hold my voice like tiger man 

Tell me what, when 

Why I can’t and I can 

No grey area inside my Lid

But again 

Yes I’ve learned 

 

You’re a big obstacle 

Or you’re my friend 

Cuts too deep to cook up amends 

I'm a Cowboy smoking on the ranch again 

Oh I’ve learned 

Yes I’ve learned 

 

Don’t give gifts and expect returns 

Or in time your fall flat on your face and burn 

Moral of my story is I hope we learn 

People aren’t objects to be used 

People will talk you to blues 

People will walk on your moon 

like a tune 

Oh I’ve learned 

Yes I’ve learned 

 

Tell all the people at the top of your lungs 

What You said and What it is that I’ve done 

Peel back the skin and let the red blood run 

Thru the streets, at ease 

And Make sure all your breath is gone when your done 

Take a few steps and acknowledge the sum 

The sum of all things that eventually come 

 

Oh I’ve learned 

Yes I’ve learned 

Oh I’ve learned 

Yes I’ve learned 

 

Cheers aren’t always belief and applause 

And a pat on the back can sure feel like a rod 

I’ll take it from here 

I’ll be with God 

on the run 

Once again 

 

Meaning of the poem...All gifts are not good gifts :) This is what I've Learned 

"The Gift"